Mac <--- Runs through the woods, dark, morning mist hangs low, explosives in hands to the train tracks.... in the distance the cry of the Whiperwill... could this be my Partisan Brothers coming to assist.
"John Has a Long Moustache!"
It begins to rain... I fumble into my pocket to realize that I have but one match left...wet.
To die alone.....in the rain.
To dramatic?
Mac
"It was a dark and stormy night...slowly I turned."
